Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

Fictional Love. Ulises Vargas February 15, 2025.  Love is delusional.  Obsession is irrational.  Every “I love you” is fictional.  Pull the rug, you don’t deserve even a hug.  Love is a drug, and the worst of them all.  Bursting with emptiness, my soul is a doll.  Pick up the phone, but I won’t call.  Love fades and it’s a thousand-meter fall.  My heart is mauled.  My cadaver is hauled.  Forever loveless, hope is nonsense.  Convince me it isn’t fruitless,  It’s evident, love is truthless.  True love is absent.  Play around, live in the present.  Load a round, gamble the barrel isn’t live.  From the get-go, I lied in the preamble.  Fumble with love, I’m careless and dumb.  Crumble a dove, it’s meaningless and dumb.  Jumbles of words, I still feel numb. 

Delusional Suicide. Ulises Vargas February 14, 2025.  Taser my wrist, it’s my death wish.  Electric lighter to my fingers, feel the tingles of numbness.  Feel that thunderbolt rip like a jolt of energy.  Frankenstein’s creation, I’m a living delusion.  Emotions phase me like hallucinations.  The world is bright only in my imagination.  In the crimson pools gushing from my neck,  I see a red heart that beats with love.  I’ve seen euphoria rush and shove,  In the teeter as the light blinks and life gives out.  From this world, relieve me.  To the saints, release me.  My dying wish, to be happy in the afterlife; To see what others see,  To be the normalcy others achieve.  I see no grace in this dark place,  Void of emotion, lacking of motivation.  Spinning engines tell me I’m alive,  Yet the void haunts me like a hole and knife.  I’ve chased this end my whole life,  To die free of strife....